"He's handsome, clever and amazing. We call him Bundle. James Bundle. " That was yesterday's catch phrase for Madigan. Who knows what this day will reveal!
Highlights (and lowlights) from this week:
One of the dogs barked unexpectedly, and Madigan immediately responded with an "uh-uh do(g)".
As we were preparing to leave the barn, I said, "Okay everybody (referring to the famous Scottish Terriers and Crazy White Dog who manage our lives for us) let's go." Madigan quickly gave his input with a "Do(g) go!"
Today, after finishing up the chores, we trundled into the house. I took off Madigan's jacket and gloves and he threw his arms around my neck and gave me the biggest hug in the history of the human race. He followed it up with a "kiss". I rapidly melted into a puddle on the kitchen floor.
The war on dog food has begun: somebody has a certain obsessive fetish with dog food (no, it's actually not George - guess again). You may not know, but it's delicious, nutritious, crunchy and most of all naughty. The fact that it's naughty to eat dog food makes it miserably tempting (yes, our boy is undeniably human). We've been careful to "choose our battles" with this little tiger, but alas, this is one of the chosen battles and we are thus far barely the victors. Bundle is definitely challenging our resolve on the matter most diligently.